A Summer Failure

He was a proper nice young man,

     And she a modest maid;

They were perhaps a little bit

     Too modest, I’m afraid.

All summer long they strode beside

     The restless summer sea;

And as the waves lapped at their feet,

     They sighed most wistfully.

But never did they plunge therein,

     This modest youth or maid;

One didn’t dare to don a “suit”,

     The other was afraid.

Sept. 24, ‘95

B. Courier,

Oct’ 18, ‘96